The hallway was clear of bodies, but bloody footprints could be seen. There appeared to be three sets of them trudging ahead in odd patterns.
Elita and Skullius walked on until they reached a wide chamber with two altars on opposite ends. The walls were embossed with three, three-pointed stars that gave a subtle reassuring glow. A red carpet with the same symbol spread on the smooth floor, under great, clay flowerpots and the many, human-sized faceless statues of the Deities.
"Just how many of these statues are there in this place?" Skullius asked.
Elita gave what appeared to be an embarrassed smile.
"You won't bother to ask soon enough."
Skullius could see the emotion in the woman's eyes. She had attachments to this place, he knew. Elita had genuinely desired to fight for justice. She was a true Paladin Champion, and for a long time, she had tempered her faith in this place.